Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 43

Lucien's P.O.V.

Well, she's not screaming at me, she hasn't fainted or sprinted away, so maybe she is going to give me a chance to convince her we are worth the effort it's going to take to get through this.

When I agreed to show her my wings, I knew it would be a make or break point for us. She was either going to freak out, go catatonic, or find some semblance of sanity so we can talk through this. She opted for the later, proving once more what a phenomenal character Bella possesses. I knew I saw something in her that I didn't find in the millions of other women I have interacted with. They were always so shallow, so one dimensional, and never held my attention for very long. If I'm being honest, I was never looking for a relationship, I was just looking for a good time, but I'm sure I would have sensed an underlying attraction towards any of those women if it existed. Since I never found it, I buried my loneliness by becoming a world class philanderer. A different woman every night, parties, drugs, alcohol, moving on from one person to the next with no responsibilities or regrets. I thought I had it all, living my best life with no one to sanction me. Until that fateful night my father called me into his office and told me we were moving to Pigeon Forge, effectively culling me from all the debauchery and mayhem I was unleashing upon society. Sure, I am the Prince of Hell, but I prefer the company of living men and women whose fate hasn't been sealed yet. Okay, maybe some of them were destined for Hell before I encountered them, and my desires probably lead others down a path of damnation, but I realize now that I was looking for something, for someone, in all those meaningless interactions. Now that I've found her, I have to try to convince her what we have is worth fighting for. Our connection is rare and unique, a once in a lifetime occurrence. I only wish I wasn't such a stubborn ass, ignoring the strike of a proverbial lightning bolt when I first met her at school. I've wasted so much time, and I know I'm damned lucky she's sitting here in front of me at all.

Bella reaches out to touch my right wing, and I feel of jolt of electricity go through me when she sifts through my feathers. "They are absolutely beautiful," she murmurs, digging deeper into my wings. I've never had anyone touch them before. Apparently they're an erogenous zone for me, and I try not to jerk or twitch while she scratches through my feathers, straightening out the barbs before she moves to the next area. I am on fire, and a low groan escapes from me in response.

She stops fingering through my feathers and asks, "Are you okay?"

All I want is for her to continue stroking my wings, so I manage to squeak, "I'm fine." Clearing my throat to try again I say, "Nobody has ever touched my wings before...I'm just amazed how much I like it."

She's quiet for a moment and then traces her fingers over the broad feathers of my other wing, moving around my side until she is standing in front of me. It's impossible to miss the obvious reaction my body has from her sifting through my feathers, and I see a small smirk on her lips. Choosing to ignore my erection, she looks up at me to ask, "I am the only person who has seen your wings?"

I shake my head. "You are the only one who has touched them."

She's quiet again, furrowing her eyebrows before she asks, "Why?"